➀ SPOOKY ACTIONS OF A SPOILED GIRL ( Alexandra Balasoiu, 50’’)
I grew up and I have nothing. Yes, no, maybe. Stories heard ad infinitum. Sparks smiles and screams are left on the floor, hidden in seconds overlooked – quick, quick, breathless. God forbid that our meeting should mean anything. God, please save me from love when I’m not looking for it, hide me from screaming when I’m tired and forget to show me the truth all the time because I like to bathe in dirt and listen to TV commercials and I hide behind the blinds in the evening. My bags are full of noise, but they are beautifully drawn, and I am strong – no one knows how heavy they are <nobody (not even a child) has the right to receive anything (not even love) for nothing>
Every look stops somewhere, every breath that flows through me starts from the public space and stretches back into it. I mirror, contradict, compose. With every gesture, you contribute to the strengthening or destruction of a reference system. Every word helps or confuses our communication.
What do you want?
Did you get to ask yourself before answering?